Spiral down the path
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Of least resistance
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Down a chute to a bed of nails
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That becomes a trampoline
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Bouncing lost souls
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From extreme to extreme
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Emperor Ludwig is with us
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So is Doctor T
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Technicolor stairs and spires
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Fantasia trips and wires
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5,000 happy fingers
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Ready to play our song
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Vortex recedes
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All I hear and see
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Echoes of my face and fears
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In a chamber of one way mirrors
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Voices from the drain
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Whisper like machines
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Now that you're in our dimension
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You'll never leave
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Ahh, treasure gleams
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To leash and harvest thee
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Down, down to Bermuda Triangle
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Sink, sink 10,000 feet below
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Time to finally meet the zookeepers
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We let swallow us whole
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Moths
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Light any flame
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They fly right in
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Deep in Chinatown
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In New York City
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Drop a coin into a cage
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Chickens dance on a hot plate
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Hot foot round & round
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Til the wheel runs down
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That's you as we view
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Through our ceiling of glass
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Kneel
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Al Jolson style
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Please, please
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Can I get a raise
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Crawl, crawl through the steaming jungle
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Please, please more purple kool aid
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Tabloid beauty corpses point the way
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We're not in Kansas any more
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Moths
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| Lard |
